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     Being your slave what should I do but tend

     Upon the hours and times of your desire?

     I have no precious time at all to spend,

     Nor services to do, till you require:

     Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour

     Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

     Nor think the bitterness of absence sour

     When you have bid your servant once adieu:

     Nor dare I question with my jealous thought

     Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

     But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought

     Save where you are, how happy you make those;—

     So true a fool is love, that in your will,

     Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.